Damon had barely settled into his room when he decided to send for Melissa.
He had spent most of the afternoon training and investigating the strange discrepancy surrounding his awakening potion. Yet, despite everything occupying his mind, one person kept returning to his thoughts.
Melissa.
He called for one of the nearby attendants and asked him to deliver a message inviting her to his quarters.
It wasn’t long before a knock sounded at his door.
“Come in,” Damon called.
The door opened, revealing Melissa.
She wore a gentle smile, her long hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. Her eyes immediately settled on Damon, and she seemed to examine him for a moment before speaking.
“Someone appears to have remembered that he has a woman waiting to see him.”
Damon chuckled.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Perhaps. I was beginning to think your training and other responsibilities had completely occupied your attention.”
“Then I suppose I should make up for my negligence.”
Melissa shook her head, smiling as she entered the room.
Damon gestured towards the sofa.
“Please, sit.”
She settled beside him, leaving a comfortable distance between them.
For a few moments, they simply exchanged smiles before Melissa finally spoke.
“I heard about what happened today.”
Damon’s expression changed slightly.
“How much did you hear?”
“Enough to know that you spent some rather interesting time with Sara and Alice.”
He studied her face, trying to determine whether there was any hidden displeasure behind her words.
Melissa noticed his expression and laughed softly.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I was wondering whether I should start preparing an apology.”
“An apology?” She raised an eyebrow. “For what exactly?”
Damon hesitated before answering.
“I thought you might be upset.”
Melissa leaned back comfortably.
“Damon, I’m not going to pretend I know nothing about what happened between you and those two girls. But why should I be angry?”
He looked at her with mild surprise.
“You aren’t bothered?”
“Of course, I have feelings,” she replied. “But I also understand that you have your own choices to make. Sara and Alice are adults, and whatever happened between the three of you was something they chose for themselves.”
She paused, giving him a thoughtful look.
“What would make me unhappy is discovering that you were deceiving me or making promises you never intended to keep.”
Damon remained quiet.
He had expected questions, perhaps even some jealousy, but Melissa’s response was more composed than he had anticipated.
“You’re surprisingly understanding,” he remarked.
“Don’t mistake understanding for having no expectations,” Melissa replied playfully. “I still expect you to treat me with honesty and respect.”
“That’s fair.”
“And besides,” she continued, a faint smile appearing on her lips, “I would be rather foolish to compete with every woman who happens to catch your attention.”
Damon laughed.
“Does that mean I have your permission to be troublesome?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
Their laughter filled the room, easing the slight tension that had existed when the conversation began.
Damon reached for her hand.
“Thank you, Melissa.”
She glanced at their joined hands.
“For what?”
“For understanding me. I don’t want you to feel that you’re less important to me because of what happened.”
Melissa’s expression softened.
“Then don’t make me feel that way.”
“I won’t.”
She squeezed his hand gently.
For a while, they talked about ordinary things. Melissa asked about his training, and Damon told her about Captain Roderick’s demanding exercises and the techniques he had been instructed to study.
She listened with genuine interest, occasionally teasing him about how difficult his training must have become.
Eventually, she noticed the exhaustion he was trying to conceal.
“You should rest,” she said.
“I’m perfectly fine.”
“That’s exactly what someone who needs rest would say.”
Damon smiled.
“You’re becoming rather good at giving orders.”
“Someone has to make sure you don’t destroy yourself trying to become stronger.”
He looked at her for a moment, appreciating the concern in her voice.
Perhaps, he thought, there were things more valuable than the rewards displayed in his status window.
And sitting beside Melissa, he found himself enjoying a rare moment of peace.
Just the two of them.
And Damon had no intention of wasting the moment.
Damon still held her hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles. The earlier tension about Sara and Alice had dissolved, replaced by something warmer and heavier.
Melissa shifted closer on the sofa until their thighs touched. Her eyes stayed on his face, soft but unmistakably hungry.
“You’re looking at me differently now,” she murmured.
Damon didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed her.
It started gentle—just the press of lips—but the moment Melissa parted hers, the kiss deepened. His tongue slid against hers, tasting her, claiming the soft sounds she made. One of his hands rose to cup the side of her neck; the other settled on her waist and pulled her fully against him.
Melissa melted into the contact. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, then slid underneath to feel the warm skin of his stomach. Damon groaned quietly into her mouth at the touch.
He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against her lips.
“I want you.”
Melissa’s breath hitched. “Then take me.”
Damon stood and drew her up with him. They moved toward the bed without rushing, still kissing, still touching. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, he guided her down and followed, settling between her thighs.
His hands worked her clothes open with deliberate patience. Blouse, skirt, undergarments—each piece peeled away until Melissa lay bare beneath him. Damon took a moment just to look. Her breasts rose and fell with quick breaths; her nipples were already tight. Lower, her thighs parted slightly, the soft folds of her pussy glistening.
“You’re already wet,” he said, voice low.
Melissa’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Damon stripped the rest of his own clothes. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already flushed and leaking. Melissa’s eyes dropped to it and widened a fraction. She licked her lips.
He braced himself over her again, one hand sliding between her legs. Two fingers traced her slit, gathering the slickness there before pressing inside. Melissa’s back arched.
“Mmmnnn~”
Damon worked her slowly, curling his fingers, spreading her open, feeling how tight and hot she was. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly while his fingers kept moving. Melissa’s hands tangled in his hair.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, they shone with her wetness. He guided the heavy head of his cock to her entrance and rubbed it up and down her folds, coating himself.
Melissa’s hips twitched. “Damon…”
He met her eyes and held them.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
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He pushed in.
“Aaaannnnnnnnn~”
The head stretched her open. Damon went slow, giving her time to adjust to the thick girth forcing her walls apart. Inch by inch he sank deeper until his hips met hers and the full length of him was buried inside her.
Melissa’s mouth stayed open on a continuous moan. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around the intrusion, trying to accommodate the size that had never felt quite this overwhelming before.
Damon stayed still for a few heartbeats, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.
“Fuck… you feel perfect.”
Then he began to move.
He pulled back halfway and drove in again, steady and deep. Every thrust dragged along her walls and pressed against the sensitive spot that made her legs tremble. Melissa’s moans matched his rhythm—soft at first, then louder.
“Annnnn~ Annnnn~ Annnnn~”
Damon’s hands gripped her hips, holding her in place so he could fuck her properly. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. Sweat began to sheen on both of them.
He shifted the angle, driving upward so the head of his cock dragged firmly against her front wall. Melissa’s eyes flew open.
“Hnnnnggggggg~! Right there—Damon, right there—”
He kept the same angle and increased the pace. Melissa’s nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red streaks. Her pussy tightened around him in rhythmic pulses.
“I’m— I’m going to—”
“Come for me,” Damon growled.
Melissa’s back arched hard. A sharp cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her. Her walls clamped down, milking his cock, and a rush of wetness soaked the sheets beneath them. She shook violently, toes curling, mouth open in a silent scream before sound returned in broken moans.
Damon fucked her through it, never stopping, drawing the climax out until she was whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then did he slow.
Melissa’s eyes were glassy when they focused on him again. “That… that was…”
Damon kissed her deeply, still buried inside her.
“We’re not finished.”
He pulled out carefully. Melissa made a soft sound of protest at the sudden emptiness. Damon flipped her onto her stomach with easy strength, then lifted her hips until she was on her knees, chest down against the mattress.
He positioned himself behind her and pushed back in with one long thrust.
“Aaaannnnnnnnnngh~!”
The new angle drove him even deeper. Melissa buried her face in the pillow, muffling the loud moans that spilled out of her. Damon set a stronger rhythm, hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. One hand stayed on her hip; the other slid under her to find her clit and rub tight circles.
Melissa’s second orgasm built faster. Her thighs shook. Drool dampened the pillow under her cheek.
“Damon— I can’t— it’s too much—”
“You can,” he said, voice rough. “Give it to me.”
He pressed harder against her cervix on every thrust. Melissa’s body locked up. A broken scream left her as she came again, harder than the first time. Clear fluid gushed around his cock and sprayed the sheets. Her pussy convulsed in powerful waves, trying to pull him even deeper.
Damon gritted his teeth, fighting his own release. He kept thrusting through her climax until the worst of the shaking eased, then leaned over her back, chest against her spine.
“One more,” he whispered against her ear. “Together this time.”
Melissa could only nod weakly.
He resumed moving—deeper, heavier strokes that ground against every sensitive place inside her. The wetness of her previous orgasms made every thrust slick and filthy. Melissa’s moans had gone hoarse, but she still pushed back to meet him.
Damon’s control finally cracked.
“Melissa— fuck— I’m going to fill you—”
“Yes— inside— please—”
He slammed in hard one last time and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into her, flooding her womb. Melissa’s third orgasm hit at the same moment. Her pussy milked him greedily, forcing more cum out of him until it overflowed and leaked down her thighs in messy white streaks.
They stayed locked together, both trembling, both breathing like they’d run for miles.
Eventually Damon eased out. A thick trickle of his seed followed, dripping onto the soaked sheets. He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms, chest to her back, one hand resting protectively over her lower stomach where he had just claimed her.
Melissa’s voice was soft and wrecked when she finally spoke.
“I meant what I said earlier… I’m not jealous. As long as you come back to me like this.”
Damon pressed a kiss to the damp nape of her neck.
“I will. Always.”
They lay there in the quiet, bodies still joined by the mess they had made, hearts beating in the same heavy rhythm.